Devil's Honey Baby

Seeing Ji Zailin's posture, Yao Jiang clearly wants to cook.

But since she knew Ji Zailin, Ji Zailin is not a good man at home in her heart.

So when she saw Ji Zailin walking into the kitchen, she was stunned.

Yao Jiang thought, got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.

Yao Jiang always yearned for a better life. One scene was watching her husband cook.

Now she is watching, standing in front of the kitchen table with Ji Zailin's slender and tall figure, her sleeves lifted to her elbows, washing dishes in her hands, and her body is full of a man's mature charm.

Yao Jiang suddenly felt that Ji Zailin was the same as he was in peacetime, not like the person she knew, not at all.

Ji Zailin seemed to know that Yao Jiang was at the door. He didn't turn his head and said, "it's your blessing to meet me!"

Yao Jiang was moved in his heart. Hearing Ji Zailin's narcissistic words, the moving shadow was gone, and he turned around.

This person is narcissism, not general narcissism.

When Yao Jiang returned to the living room, he always felt that her body was weak, and she had no impression of how she was ill.

Sitting on the sofa, the familiar fatigue surged up again. Yao Jiang simply stopped sitting, lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Ji Zailin said for a long time. He didn't hear a response behind him. He turned and looked. There was no shadow of Yao Jiang at the door.

His face turned black and went out.

But when he saw Yao Jiang lying on the sofa, his face was instantly dignified.

He didn't look carefully before. Now he looked at Yao Jiang and was surprised that Yao Jiang was much thinner, his chin was sharp, and his face was blue and white.

Eyes suddenly cold, turned and took the phone to make a phone call.

"Come here now."

"I'm..."

"Don't talk nonsense, now!"

Ji Zailin hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. He turned and took a deep look at Yao Jiang and walked into the kitchen.

When I returned, a smell floated out of the kitchen.

He looked at the kitchen and saw Ji Zailin coming out of the kitchen with a plate.

Rare, always calm and steady, he also showed surprise, "what did you do?"

"No eyes?"

Ji Zailin asked sarcastically. Zhigui immediately came forward, "thank you. I'm just hungry."

Then he reached out to carry the plate.

But he didn't even touch the edge of the plate, and the food left him.

"Hey, brother, don't be so unkind."

He walked to the table, pulled a chair and sat down.

Ji Zailin pulled away his chair and walked upstairs with a serious face.

"She's very bad."

Ji Zailin didn't look at him again. Then he walked upstairs.

He took back his indecent look and followed up.

Just now Ji Zailin held Yao Jiang to the bed. Yao Jiang didn't wake up.

Leaving home, Ji Zailin walked into the ward and came to the bedside. When he saw Yao Jiang's quiet look, his eyebrows tightened immediately.

Immediately took Yao Jiang's wrist and felt his pulse.

Ji Zailin's face suddenly cooled when he saw that Zhigui's hand was on Yao Jiang's hand.

His face was very dignified.

Ji Zailin's heart sank fiercely, but he also immediately asked, "how about it?"

Ci GUI looked at Yao Jiang's face, half loud, and his voice was dignified. "If I guessed right, she should have taken the medicine she shouldn't have taken."

"What do you mean?"

Ji Zailin clenched his hand and looked at CI GUI with his eyes. It was cold and terrible.

Ci GUI didn't answer immediately, but took back his sight from Yao Jiang's face, looked at Ji Zailin, pondered for a few seconds and said, "are you two fighting for this woman?"

Ji Zailin's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his lips closed tightly into a sharp arc, sharp.

Seeing Ji Zailin's look, the answer is clear at a glance without answering.

"He is more cruel than you."

"But this is a good opportunity."

After saying the following words, the corners of his mouth bent a very bad arc, showing a thick evil.

The narrowed eyes slowly opened, and the cold convergence on the face was gradually replaced by the unfathomable.

When Yao Jiang woke up, she felt something in her mouth. She subconsciously moved her lips, and the strong and sweet fragrance came into her mind.

Yao Jiang slowly opened his eyes.

Ji Zailin saw Yao Jiang wake up, put the chicken soup on the bedside table and took a paper towel to wipe her mouth.

When Yao Jiang saw Ji Zailin, his mind was still blank.

Ji Zailin put the spoon to Yao Jiang's lips. Yao Jiang didn't move and frowned in an instant, "open your mouth."

Yao Jiang did not move, still staring at him.

Ji Zailin looked at Yao Jiang, but saw that Yao Jiang's eyes were full of strangers, just like the first time he saw Yao Jiang six years later.

His face was instantly gloomy. He put down the bowl, pinched Yao Jiang's chin, put his forehead against Yao Jiang's forehead, and looked at her motionless, "who am I?"

Yao Jiang looked at Ji Zailin's fierce eyes and couldn't forget the black in the end. He felt a pain in his heart.

She felt that she knew this person and was very familiar, but she couldn't remember.

Therefore, my lips were open for a long time, and I couldn't say a word.

When the eyes of the abyss were red like blood, Ji Zailin bowed his head and kissed them fiercely.

Yao Jiang was stunned and struggled with it.

But Ji Zailin didn't let go, but kissed deeper, and his eyes looked at Yao Jiang as sharp as a sword.

As long as she dares to say a word of no, he will beat her too late.

Yao Jiang's strength gradually weakened. Ji Zailin watched Yao Jiang slowly close his eyes and left her with his lips to let her breathe.

Thin lips followed Yao Jiang's neck and went down all the way.

At the same time, Yao Jiang's clothes were soon untied by him.

Yao Jiang breathed slowly. His clothes had been taken off by Ji Zailin. Only his inner clothes were left, and there was a familiar abnormality in his body.

"Ji Zailin!"

She shouted at once, and the people on her finally stopped. Ji Zailin looked at her fiercely, picked up her face and looked at her fiercely, "what do you call me?"

Yao Jiang looked at Ji Zailin as if he was excited and ate people. He frowned, "Ji Zailin."

"Call again."

With joy floating on her face, Yao Jiang felt Ji Zailin more inexplicable, but she was still patient and shouted, "Ji Zailin, what's the matter with you?"

Just after asking, the smile on Ji Zailin's face disappeared and was replaced by a raging anger.

"What's the matter with me? Yao Jiang, you can eat whatever he Jianyu asks you to eat? Ah! Are you a fool? "

Suddenly, Yao Jiang was stunned.

Just one second before and after, Ji Zailin did not change the face of Sichuan Opera.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"What did I say? Are you fooled around like a fool, or do you like it? "

"Ji Zailin, I don't want to quarrel with you, but can you stop being so inexplicable?"

Yao Jiang was jumped by Ji Zailin's roaring forehead, but a cold thing hit her in front. It was a document.

Yao Jiang subconsciously felt that this was not a good thing and looked up at Ji Zailin.

Ji Zailin was breathing heavily with his hands on his hips, and his face was the anger of the storm.

She opened the document and looked at it carefully. When she turned to the last page, she was shocked.

Holding the folder tightly, his face was full of disbelief.

She didn't believe that he Jianyu would do such a thing.

Turn the document to the first page and read it from the beginning. After reading it again and again for three times, the document fell out of his hand.

Ji Zailin looked at Yao Jiang's shocked and unbelievable look, and grinned, extremely ironic, "what's the matter? unconvinced? Shall I take you to the hospital now? "

“……”

He Jian was always a trustworthy person who was steady, not aggressive, not impulsive when she met her.

But it was hard for her to imagine that he should do such a thing.

"Hehe... It seems that you really forgot. If I didn't go that night, would you get married now, huh?"

Ji Zailin fiercely held her shoulder and asked her fiercely.

Yao Jiang's mind floated the picture of that night. She was drugged. If Ji Zailin didn't come, she met He Jian

In the back, she didn't dare to think and slowly closed her eyes.

"Don't you believe it? Do you want you to go to bed and I'll smash the picture in front of you before you believe it? "

The cold roar came into his ears. Yao Jiang opened his eyes. The look in his eyes was very calm and indifferent. "You go out first. I want to be alone."

Ji Zailin looked at Yao Jiang deeply, his eyes kept spraying fire, and a ferocious green vein jumped out of his forehead, jumping one by one.

Suddenly, he fiercely let go of Yao Jiang, turned and walked out.

The door slammed shut.

Yao Jiang slowly closed his eyes, held his face in his hands, bent his legs, buried his face in his knees and didn't move.

Outside the door, the anger on Ji Zailin's face disappeared and became calm, but below the calm, there were deep waves.

With a "click" sound, Ji Zailin looked to the front left. He returned to the right with smoke and vomited white smoke.

Seeing him looking over, his fingers moved and a cigarette was thrown at Ji Zailin.

Ji Zailin took over and walked over.

"Women are emotional. If you are gentle, they will be gentle." Cigui took a smoke, put his elbow on the railing and squinted at the distant scenery.

Ji Zailin didn't speak, but spit out a big smoke ring.

A handsome face hidden in the white smoke, more unfathomable.

The two men smoked silently. The cigarette in his hand soon burned to the end of the cigarette. He straightened up and patted Ji Zailin on the shoulder. He said earnestly, "this man is not so easy to deal with."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Ji Zailin finally opened his mouth, but he laughed. "As a brother, I hope you win, but I'm still unkind to say that I'm very happy when someone is pressing you."

Ji Zailin violently twisted his hand.

The resignation followed him, then turned around again, and soon left Ji Zailin's hand, shrugged and left proudly.

And now, on the other side.

Jian Yun stood behind He Jian Yu, his face serious and twisted his eyebrows, "I'll try to get Jiang Jiang to come over."

He Jianyu stood in front of the French window, his knife cut face was cold, and the ink in his eyes could not see a little light, which was terrible.

Jian Yun didn't hear he Jianyu's answer. His lips moved and spoke again.